As we speak (or, as I write) my husband is off buying me ice cream. Because I had an undeniable craving. He’s been quite the independent grocery shopper lately. Among the list of other things he’s run off to get me includes biscuits from KFC, red Cool Aid, Spaghettio’s, Sour Patch Kids, and…well…there have to be other things. Before I was pregnant I used to think the cravings were “cute,” but now I realise it’s not a pleasant “Oh I want that so much” type feeling, it’s much more of a “I’m going to puke and the only thing that might stop me, MAYBE, is _______.”
Ok, he’s back. This is going to require bigger pants, brb.
Ok, back. John is now busily making some biscuits. He’s been surfing recipe websites and getting inspired to do something about it lately. It’s actually kind of a good sign. When I met the boy- the only things he ate were chips and food from cans. Very occasionally he would cook something for the both of us- but the best meals he got when we were dating involved chili from Wendy’s. I’ve tried to cook more as we’ve been married- and for a couple of months when he was working nights- I think we were actually getting all the food groups in regularly. Granted, we ate at about 11pm…but we ate. Since I’ve been pregnant- it’s gone downhill. For awhile I didn’t have the energy to cook- then I didn’t have the stomach for it. The past few weeks it’s been better- we’ve taken turns, I made some AWESOME soup awhile ago…some rice and meat tonight. But anyWAY- back to my point- I think he’s finally beginning to realise how much he can eat- even with Celiac disease, and that food is sometimes worth the effort. Plus- he’s pretty good at the cooking thing when he puts his mind to it- if only we had a dishwasher.
I had a long chat with my Mom today. There’s a possibility we might be able to fly out east for a few days in June. I can’t tell you how much I would love that- LOVE that. I miss home so much sometimes- and when I say home, I don’t necessarily mean Orchard Rd, I mean New England. I also miss my family. I’ve felt a little left out as I’ve heard about parties and get-togethers in Connecticut. The wedding just made me miss my aunts, uncles and cousins more. My cousin Sara is pregnant- due in May- and I wish I could see her belly. I would settle for meeting her baby, though!
In our baby news- we may know the sex on the 14th. Yup- two weeks! It’s our next ultrasound, and we’ve been told that it’s “likely” the doctor will be able to know what the baby will be then. Now- the girl who sits behind me at work is about 19 weeks and couldn’t tell when she went, so I’m nervous to get my hopes up. But who knows. We’ll see 
As for our stance on “telling people,” we will let you know if it’s a boy or girl when we know, most likely…but as for names, that’s going to be kept under wraps for awhile. We’ve come up with some ideas- in the broadest sense of the word, but we’re both big believers in actually seeing the child before bestowing upon it it’s name. I mean- I was born Jamie Lee. That didn’t stick- so we’ll see.
We will definitely see.
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